#transwoman - Hello Poetry

I'm a Feminist But My ovaries are in pain. I'm a woman But I don't feel connected to my main vein. I'm bleeding in places much deeper than my- I'd say the word But i'll refrain. Instead of being taught to embrace, I've learned to drown In The Pain Of Being A woman. Soft Weak Instead of strong And unique. Instead of taking agency, I'm treated like an antique. Fragile, Even though i've survived Everything men told me... (I'll leave you to ponder but won't describe. ) I love being a woman, But it's a love/hate relationship I can't lie. I take pride But when my head hits the pillow, I do cry. In fact, I mourn. I mourn the excitement society had for me when I was born. Now i'm rejected, Because of children i haven't ejected, Penises i haven't erected, a husband i haven't selected. A pariah if you will, But i have my own will. Something women are shamed for because we feel, Feel the need to take back our power Because if we don't, Someone else will, Tell us What to wear, How to heal, **** our souls until we cant feel, Leaving us empty Alone and afraid Only to arrest us for a feminist parade. I love being a woman But my heart is in pain, I find solace in the depths of a woman, So I know i'll remain...

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Aug 20, 2022

Aug 20, 2022 at 3:54 AM UTC

destiny-c

Feminist (unfinished)

I'm a Feminist But My ovaries are in pain. I'm a woman But I don't feel connected to my main vein. I'm bleeding in places much deeper than my- I'd say the word But i'll refrain. Instead of being taught to embrace, I've learned to drown In The Pain Of Being A woman. Soft Weak Instead of strong And unique. Instead of taking agency, I'm treated like an antique. Fragile, Even though i've survived Everything men told me... (I'll leave you to ponder but won't describe. ) I love being a woman, But it's a love/hate relationship I can't lie. I take pride But when my head hits the pillow, I do cry. In fact, I mourn. I mourn the excitement society had for me when I was born. Now i'm rejected, Because of children i haven't ejected, Penises i haven't erected, a husband i haven't selected. A pariah if you will, But i have my own will. Something women are shamed for because we feel, Feel the need to take back our power Because if we don't, Someone else will, Tell us What to wear, How to heal, **** our souls until we cant feel, Leaving us empty Alone and afraid Only to arrest us for a feminist parade. I love being a woman But my heart is in pain, I find solace in the depths of a woman, So I know i'll remain...

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My name is Sara, a transgender chick Wanted a ***** was given a **** I hide it in knickers of satin and lace before sitting down to make-up my face, Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits. Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my **** Now for my legs I'll put on false tan, I wouldn't do this if I were a man Alternative nights, a t-girl delights to sit on her bed and pull on new tights. I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less. Then for my shoes, high heels I choose A sandal style shoe as every girl knows not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer, lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush. I stand in the mirror all ready to go, there's only one question I just have to know. "Does my *** look big in this?" Poetry by Kaydee.

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Dec 18, 2017

Dec 18, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC

SazKells

TGirl.

My name is Sara, a transgender chick Wanted a ***** was given a **** I hide it in knickers of satin and lace before sitting down to make-up my face, Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits. Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my **** Now for my legs I'll put on false tan, I wouldn't do this if I were a man Alternative nights, a t-girl delights to sit on her bed and pull on new tights. I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less. Then for my shoes, high heels I choose A sandal style shoe as every girl knows not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer, lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush. I stand in the mirror all ready to go, there's only one question I just have to know. "Does my *** look big in this?" Poetry by Kaydee.

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You stopped to say hey, but then you must, you were with friends so you just, what? You must what? We chatted before, no friends, lust? What? You lust what? You can't be true to you! So what of me? Disgust or lust? Poetry by Kaydee.

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC

SazKells

I am the Fine Line.

You stopped to say hey, but then you must, you were with friends so you just, what? You must what? We chatted before, no friends, lust? What? You lust what? You can't be true to you! So what of me? Disgust or lust? Poetry by Kaydee.

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